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Right there.

That’s 350.

And?

That’s everything I have, man.

That’s my rent money.

Well, you’re short, 475. I know.

I can get you the rest by Friday, I can--

Then come back Friday.

Okay, okay, but...

$825 for an alternator?

- Yeah. - Come on, for real? Wh--

It’s a $400 part

and I could swap it out myself in half an hour

if I had the right tools, so it’s not really--

I’m not having this conversation.

The thing is, I drive deliveries, you know?

Uh-huh? So, um, I need the van to make money.

Without the van, there’s no way for me to pay you back.

Give me the goddamn money you owe me,

or get the fuck out of my face.

Now, where are the goddamn keys to the Kia?

Main ramp.

Hey, baby girl. Oh, so you answer when I call.

What? You don’t care.

I know you don’t, because she’s calling me,

telling me you fucking ghosted your own daughter.

I know, everything’s running behind.

I’ll grab her when I’m done here, okay?

I can’t believe you’re doing this shit again.

You know Wednesday and Friday are your days.

You never prioritize her.

You know I don’t like her riding her scooter home alone.

She’s literally sitting out there waiting for you.

Tell her I’m sorry.

When you ask me what it is you can do

to fix things between us,

this would be an example

of the kind of shit I’m done with.

Cool bike. Mm.

I always wanted to teach my daughter.

You wanna buy it? 75 bucks.

I don’t have any money. Then get the fuck out of here.

Calm down.

Relax, man.

Karl. Come on, Karl, it’s just sitting there.

Not doing either of us any good.

Let me work off the difference, yeah?

You know me, I’m good with cars.

I can-- I can-- I can fix anything.

Listen to me, you little fuck. 475.

Until then, we are done talking.

Come on, man--

What did I tell you, huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, man, you’re pinching me. Ah! You’re pinching me.

You want me to hurt him? No, he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

Butter, Butter, Butter-- Ah, you got my nipple.

Like, they charged me 15 bucks for a latte

and then the homeless guys are still handling me.

We’re across the street from that fusion restaurant

we went to the other day.

It’s Eddie.

Yeah, listen, I hate to ask, but...

Hello?

Listen, call me back, okay?

Um, I’m getting my shit together.

I’m working now.

How’s it going? How’s your mom?

Oh, okay.

Hey, man, how’s it going? It’s Eddie.

Hello?

Fuck!

Can I get three scratchers as well?

Mm-hmm.

Ah, fuck!

Yeah, listen, so I hate to ask, but could you...

could you spot me some cash?

’Cause... Hello?

Fuck this, fuck.

Hey, for your troubles. God bless.

Do I look like a fucking junkie to you?

Oh, shit!

Are you all right in there, buddy?

Hey. Hey, buddy.

Hey, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I’m having a rough day too.

Want some water?

It must be hot in there.

Here you go.

That’s a good boy.

There you go.

There you go.

Hey, lovebug.

Don’t call me lovebug. You promised you were coming today!

Um, hey. Don’t hey me.

Hey, yeah. Um...

Did your mom come grab you?

Yeah, but I didn’t bring my scooter,

so I was stuck with Miss Kaplan for two hours.

I’m sorry.

You know, I just got caught up with a few things,

and you know, your mom,

she’s just better at this kind of stuff

than I am, and...

I gotta go. I gotta go to work.

Dad? Yeah?

I still love you,

even when you’re acting like a fart-head.

Well, I still love you,

even when you smell like turd jelly.

I don’t smell like turd jelly!

Yeah, you do, and I still love you.

All right, I gotta go for real.

See you.

Okay. Wow, this is nice.

Dolus.

Okay, okay, okay.

Let’s see what we got here.

Come on, there’s gotta be something I can sell.

Sunglasses.

Ooh.

Oh, shit.

All right, fuck this.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Fuck!

Ah. Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Fuck! Fuck!

Come on.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

Okay.

What the fuck’s going on?

Fuck this!

Not answering that.

The fuck with this car?

All right.

Good.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Goddamn it, fucking, fucking, fuck!

Fuck you!

Fuck off!

Okay, here we go.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck! Oh, shit.

Okay.

Fuck!

All right.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, can you hear me?

Are you there?

Yeah.

Oh, jolly good.

Welcome aboard.

My name is William.

Are you there? What do you want?

Well, I’m the owner of this car.

Fuck! Is that all you have to say for yourself,

is "fuck"?

Yeah, it’s short for "go fuck yourself!"

Interesting point.

Did you just fucking tase me? What is this shit?

Well, do I have your attention now?

Let me out!

No, I need to explain a few things

so that we understand each other.

Are you ready to listen?

I know you’re a little confused, so I’ll speak slowly.

My car has been broken into six times without a single arrest.

You understand? Okay.

It does sound like an exaggeration, doesn’t it?

Plus you today, that makes it seven.

Listen, I don’t--

I really don’t give a shit. What do you want?

Well, I want to talk to you, that’s all.

Fuck that! Let me out.

No, no, no, not until we get acquainted,

’til we understand each other.

Nah, let me out!

Out, out, out, out, out, out of the fucking car!

Don’t be rude. You’re so impatient, such a naughty boy.

What? Fuck this shit.

I don’t have time for this, seriously.

Fuck this car.

Fuck!

I just shot myself!

Hello? What’s happening down there?

Help! What was that?

Help!

Sorry, it’s really hard to understand you

when you’re screaming.

Let me turn this down a bit. Fuck! No, no, no, no.

Now let me see which button is--

Oh, sorry about that.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Motherfu--

My mistake. No, it’s not that one, no.

Do I press here? I think, let me see.

No, no, it’s not that one.

That’s a lot of blood! I think I press here?

Help! Hang on a second.

Be patient with me, yes?

I just shot myself. Just fucking-- Press here. Let me see.

Let me consult the manual a moment.

Hey! Hey!

Help me! Help! Two. No, I think, hang on a second.

Help! Help! Help!

Hey! Help me!

What the fuck?

Help me!

God, goddamn it!

Ah, here we are. Yes, I think this is it. Good.

Fuck. Are you all right?

Oh, shit! That didn’t sound good.

That’s a lot of blood.

I do hope you’re not bleeding

all over the inside of my car.

Fuck.

Call the cops. I don’t care.

Now! I’m not playing. Call 911.

I’m sorry to report that would be a complete waste of time.

You see, the police are far too busy.

I need an ambulance, man. I need help.

Oh, you’re in luck, I’m a doctor.

What seems to be the trouble, my friend?

Fuck.

Motherfucker. Fuck.

God. God!

Just open the fucking door and let me out, okay?

How bad is it? It’s bad. It’s bad.

I can’t stop the bleeding.

Well, that wasn’t very clever of you, was it, old sport?

The walls and glass are bulletproof.

I’m not feeling right, I think I’m dying.

Oh, I doubt it. If you’d hit an artery,

you would already be unconscious or possibly dead.

No, no, no, no.

Anyway, let me tell you

about the SUV you broke into.

Goddamn it, I don’t care about that.

But I really think you should care

’cause I cannot think about anything more relevant

to your current situation.

Are you listening to me, man? I need medical help now.

The vehicle you broke into belongs to me

and quite simply, I have had enough.

My leg is burning.

First, I have to ask you,

did you really think a vehicle like this

would be left unlocked?

I’m hurt, man. I’m dying.

I don’t care. I set a trap, and you took the bait.

Simple as that.

You couldn’t resist,

and now you’re mine to do with as I please.

I can’t feel my leg.

But I thought you were burning. Now you cannot feel it.

Well, it’s both.

It cannot be both.

It’s both!

The interior is soundproofed.

I’ve also jammed the cellular, Bluetooth, and the Wi-Fi--

You’re a fucking psycho!

Psychopath? Me?

No one has ever called me a psychopath before.

At least I don’t think so.

Though I am quite sure all this is rational.

This project has been planned meticulously,

every detail carefully reviewed.

Every eventuality anticipated.

What do you want? I want you to pay attention.

Please, man. I need you to listen carefully

to every word I speak.

Fuck you!

You mother-- You motherfucker!

Sorry, I didn’t hear that. What did you say?

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything, man.

Good, now are you ready to listen?

No. No, clearly not.

What is important to me is that you understand

the pain that you cause.

I want you to be truly sorry

and experience the consequences of your actions.

Do you understand? Okay. Okay, man, I’m sorry.

Good, good. I’m sorry. You win, I’m sorry.

Okay, then I’ll start the ball rolling.

You already know my name. My name is William.

I’m a widower. That means my wife is dead,

or my wife died recently, something like that.

But now, I was born in a small industrial town in South Wales.

You’ve probably never heard of South Wales.

That’s no matter.

I’m going, man.

Bit of Welsh for you.

Anyway, I moved here to the United States

when I was seven.

And I have lived here most of my life,

in this city, in the same neighborhood.

And this is an upscale neighborhood.

You wouldn’t know it by looking at it,

but there isn’t a lot for under a million dollars. Can you believe it?

I need water. Shut up.

- You’ll be fine. - No, no.

Anyway, without water you can make it

for at least another 48 hours. Doctor taught me.

And what was I saying?

Oh, the neighborhood. It hasn’t changed since I was a boy.

Oh, God.

We left our front doors unlocked.

People had pride in how they looked and how they behaved.

Oh, no.

You know something? I don’t actually need you to accept.

So let’s try again, shall we?

I’m fucking starving.

Please watch your language. I hate vulgarity.

What do you want from me?

Well, it is important that we understand each other.

Just give me food and water, and I’ll listen to you drone on forever.

Okay, well, I bought my daughter a condominium

just a few blocks from here.

There was a small yard, high ceilings, nice light, nothing fancy.

It was the perfect home to start a family.

And then, when was it?

It was two years ago, in December, I think.

Anyway, I took her shopping.

We went to the outlet mall.

We had lunch at Emma’s favorite restaurant.

It was a perfect day.

And when I dropped her off at the condominium, two men approached--

Listen, I don’t give a shit about your life story.

I need food and water now, motherfucker.

Language!

Jesus! Fuck!

You motherfucking fucking, seriously,

language motherfucking what?

Here we go, yeah.

Oh, no, don’t-- don’t air condition me.

You sick--

Ugh.

Ugh!

Not a bad song.

It’s not a bad song.

Fucking shut up!

Sorry, all right? Turn off the song.

I’m sorry for cursing.

I won’t do it again.

Good morning, old sport.

Hah. Oh, you look terrible down there.

I think a more accurate word would be "ghastly."

Yeah, that’s it. Ghastly.

That’s probably the first stage

of starvation, isn’t it? Hmm.

Are you having trouble concentrating?

How often do you think about food?

Are you irritable?

I think I’ll just put a "yes" down for that one, okay?

Have you thought this through, huh? Like at all?

If I die, what are you gonna do with my body?

And disposing of a body, that can’t be easy.

Not in a city with cameras everywhere.

And how will you live with it?

I don’t care, really.

Nobody will miss you.

Have you read Crime and Punishment? Dostoevsky?

Yeah, long time ago, have you?

Yeah.

What, you think I’m illiterate,

just because I don’t have any money,

I can’t read? I read.

College?

I’m self-taught.

I know that’s hard for you fancy, spoon-fed types to understand,

but street smarts are important.

Street smarts, ah, yes.

Perhaps I should have studied that instead, yeah.

I suggest you leave the cameras alone.

That was not very street smart, was it? No.

My point, and the point of Crime and Punishment

is that killing someone will fuck-- Language.

Eff you up.

I’ve done a lot of effed up sh-- stuff,

but I’ve never killed anyone.

I could never and I would never kill anyone.

It’s a different level.

Thus spake the man carrying the gun.

Well, that’s different.

That’s for protection.

Where I’m from, the cops don’t show up when you call.

Yes, I have noticed that,

but if the police were free to do their job,

do you think I would have built this vehicle?

So we agree on something, huh?

We have something in common.

Yes, well, we all breathe oxygen

and we all die in the end, don’t we?

Help me out here, man. I’m dying.

We also have that in common

because I’m dying too, of prostate cancer.

Optimistically, I have about four months to live, I think. Something like that.

I’m so sorry to hear that.

But that is why I’m doing this, you see?

I want to make a difference. I want justice.

Then call the cops.

Have me arrested. I’ll confess.

That’s justice, right?

Well, the problem is rather complicated.

The whole judicial system, the police, the prosecutors, the judges,

no longer have any power

because they have all been castrated by sheep,

the bleeding-heart governors of our states,

the spineless, creepy little busybody bastards

who care nothing about the people of this country

but choose instead to give pestilent little shits like you

a little slap on the wrist, coddling you, babying you,

giving you free rent and food, not forgetting, of course,

the mandatory touchy-feely psychotherapist fuckwits

who help you to process the grief... What the fuck?

...of your victimhood.

So for justice, I must blaze my own path.

You think this is just?

Really, what you’re doing to me here?

Well, let me put it this way.

In some countries, if you were caught stealing,

they would cut your hand off.

No. That’s not true.

Everybody says that they cut your hands off, but it’s not true.

Really? Yeah.

For most offenses, they just send you to jail

like anywhere else.

What about serious offenders, repeat offenders?

What about ’em?

What is their punishment?

Four fingers.

Really? Then give me your social security number,

and I will check.

Check what?

If this is your first offense,

I’ll let you go, but if you’re a repeat offender,

as I suspect, then you will confess and apologize to me,

and then I will cut off four of your fingers.

You-- You’re serious?

Oh, yes. Yes, deadly serious.

Do you accept?

No, why would I possibly accept that?

Well, think carefully.

This is a one-time offer, but I give you my word.

That’s not justice.

Well, it seems fair to me, old sport.

Not when the system is rigged.

So what? It’s always been rigged!

Did the system make you break into my vehicle?

Or is it just that most people in this country live paycheck to paycheck?

Here we go again with your socialistic-- That they can’t buy medicine.

Communist Manifesto! They can’t pay rent.

They can’t afford anything. Huh?

Distribute that with your needles.

Nonsense! Everyone has the same opportunity.

No, no, no. The real crime is that this city is full of poor people,

but the laws are made by rich people for rich people.

It’s sick!

That’s right, comrade.

And you are entitled to what? To everything?

The laws are written so people like you

can keep what you have and keep everyone else down.

You’re the criminal.

Oh, I am sorry.

Have you been triggered?

Did I hurt your feelings?

No, I’m not triggered.

How much did you spend on this thing anyway, huh?

A hundred thousand?

I have no idea.

I have so much money,

it is hard to keep track of it all.

You deserve to be robbed.

Yes, but I earned every penny.

Yeah, right, with no help from your family, huh?

Who paid for medical school?

You think this is about privilege, but it is not.

It’s about right and wrong.

I started with nothing,

but instead of feeling sorry for myself,

I worked and worked,

and I made a good life for myself.

Yeah, you seem like you have made

a wonderful fucking life for yourself, you sick fuck!

My point...

My point is that you can’t have justice without morality,

and you have none.

I read somewhere, thou shalt not steal.

I think it was in the Bible, "Thou shalt not steal."

That’s not complicated, is it?

But if you do have a problem with that,

you can always take it up with God, or Karl Marx,

or the Kardashians, or anyone.

But it’s something I do not need to debate with you. Bye-bye!

Fuck.

Aw.

I really thought you were going to go through with it.

Why bother stitching me up just to let me die?

Let you die?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

No, no, I’ve invested a lot of time and money into this project,

and I want to enjoy it.

I need to have some fun in these final days.

Do you understand?

So tell me your social security number.

I already said no.

Give me your first and your last name.

If you give me your social security number,

I will give you some water, and I will turn off the heat.

Eddie.

Eddie, good, go on.

Give me the water, and I’ll tell you the rest.

Um, no. I’m sorry, Eddie. That’s not how this works.

But I’m in no hurry, you know.

I’m just fine and dandy sitting here

enjoying my whiskey on the rocks.

Yes, it’s pure.

Oh, God! I think I have sensitive teeth.

It happens as you age. Did you know that?

Something to look forward to.

Eddie Barrish.

Eddie Barrish, thank you. And social security number, please?

173. 173.

2-5. 2-5.

6787.

6787. Thank you very much. Good.

Yeah, and that water?

What is the magic word?

Please.

Sorry, I didn’t hear you.

It cut out for some reason.

Please.

Please. Good, that’s better. Very good.

I hid the water bottle under the passenger seat

when I was treating your wound.

What is so funny? What are you laughing at?

I won.

I won $500.

That’s everything I needed.

It’s enough.

Enough to get my van back.

Enough.

I had it this whole time.

Sorry, Eddie, but with cancer, one has good nights and bad nights.

I wanna go home.

We can never go home again, Eddie.

That’s life’s tragedy.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life?

How do you go on?

When in your heart you begin to understand

that there is no going back.

There are some things that time cannot mend.

Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.

It’s Lord of the Rings, right?

Yeah. That was one of Emma’s favorites.

I need food.

And a joint.

God, I’d do anything for a joint right now.

Look, I’m sorry, okay?

I’m sorry I broke into your car.

I shouldn’t have.

And I mean it. It’s not okay.

And you’re right, everyone deserves to feel safe.

And I broke that bond.

And I acted selfishly.

And I tried to steal from you, and I admit it.

And I’m sorry.

I, honestly, I get it.

Okay, whatever my reasons, it doesn’t make it right.

I know right from wrong, and I made a choice

that I truly, truly, truly regret.

You have no idea.

I’m begging you, just not for forgiveness,

just to be the bigger person here.

Well, you might have been right about me, Eddie.

I might be a psycho because I don’t feel bad for you at all.

However, I applaud your effort,

and for that, you get a reward.

There’s a cookie in the glove box.

Well, that should keep you going for a while, yeah?

Well, hold on a second, I have a call on my work phone.

Hello? Hello?

Yeah? Well, tell me quickly. I’m on another call.

Yeah. Okay.

Her water broke?

Any pain?

Tell reception that she is my patient, okay?

Good. Bye. Thank you.

I’m sorry, Eddie, I have to go.

We’ll talk soon, okay? Wait, I need water.

Enjoy the cookie.

And a joint.

He’s leaving.

He’s gone. He’s gone.

Okay.

That will disable the main power line.

Safety switch.

I’ve got to pop the safety to unplug.

All right. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Please, God, work.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Eddie. Come on.

God! Fuck, you’re tasing my heart, man!

Hey, what are you doing down there?

What are you after?

I give up.

From now on, keep your hands where I can see them.

I am always watching, Eddie.

Six-piece Chicken McNuggets.

No, no, 20-piece Chicken McNugget meal.

A large fries.

Milk shake.

Strawberry milk shake.

A large Coke.

Mmm...

And a large Coke.

Uh...

Okay.

Okay, uh...

All right. Okay. Let’s see here. Let’s see, let’s see.

Whoa! Let’s go, yeah!

Oh, no, no, no, no, come on!

Come on!

Oh, Edward, Edward, Edward.

Did you really think it would be that easy?

Oh, fuck.

Surely not. You’re smarter than that, aren’t you?

Fuck! Fuck!

Where you taking me, man?

Tell me, Edward,

what kind of music are you in the mood for?

Music?

My daughter used to play that one song over and over.

Drove me crazy, but haven’t heard it for years.

Just tell me what you want.

Just look at what they’ve become, Eddie.

I mean, really look.

They’re like animals, aren’t they?

Living off handouts.

Addicts, criminals.

And we all just go on like this is normal,

like this is okay.

Society’s broken.

We are backwards.

I mean, take this neighborhood.

Looks like a safe place to raise a family,

does it not?

So what do you see, Eddie?

I give up. Just tell me.

Security systems, cameras, metal screen doors.

These are good people who live in fear. You get it?

Whoa.

Oh, shit.

Hey, slow down. Relax, Eddie.

I’m just opening her up. That’s all. Slow down!

Have some fun, you know.

Hey, where are we going?

Where are we going? Somewhere that’s fun.

Lots of fun.

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

Look. They have no shame, have they?

No fear of repercussions. What are you doing here?

Well, you wanted to go home, didn’t you? So here we are.

What are you doing?

You see, these two idiots know that the police don’t care.

They feel safe.

You hit him!

Whoops-a-daisy!

Yes, why is he the only one who gets to break the social contract?

No, no, no!

Stop!

Just-- Just-- Just let him go, man!

Come on, man, just let him go.

Just leave him alone. He’s a human being!

Well, I guess it is okay

for you to break the social contract,

and for them,

but not for me.

How is that fair?

Stop, stop, stop! Don’t!

There has to be a punishment for breaking the social contract, right?

Not like this.

So you want anarchy.

Good, then let’s have some anarchy.

Stop, stop!

But I don’t want to stop.

If there are no rules, then why should I?

He’s a gangster, a virus, a leech,

a criminal, a piece of human excrement.

If I want to watch him die, what should stop me?

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! I get it, I get it.

I broke the social contract, so you can too now.

You’ve made your point.

Just please stop this!

Here’s the deal.

If he can stand up, I’ll let you out of the car,

but he has to stand up all the way.

That’s the deal.

Come on, get up.

Come on. Come on, come on, get up.

You fucking motherfucker!

You fucking psycho, I’m gonna fucking kill you!

Yeah, that’s the spirit, Eddie.

You fucking psycho! Let’s have some anarchy!

Fuck you! Fuck you. Fuck!

Fuck you, you--

Fuck you!

Stop, slow down!

What’s your problem, Eddie?

"Street Smart Eddie." Fuck!

Isn’t this what you wanted?

Chaos, revolution, yeah!

Whoa!

Stop!

Come on, Eddie... Fuck! Fuck!

...you’re ruining the best part of the song. Listen.

Fucking stop!

Stop!

Come on, Eddie, have some fun.

We all get to do whatever we want. I’m gonna be sick! Stop!

Stop the fucking car! Aren’t you happy? Come on!

I’m gonna be sick! Good, then be sick.

Stop! There are no rules here, Eddie.

Welcome to the human jungle! Fucking stop!

Yay!

Fucking stop the car!

Help!

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop! Don’t do this!

Come on, Eddie, here we go! Yay!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Come on, wake up, sleepyhead.

Wakey-wakey! Good morning.

What?

I have news from Amy and Sarah.

What are you talking about?

I stopped by the apartment.

No.

Oh, yes. Amy let me in and...

You went to their apartment? No way.

Yeah, yeah. 306 Myrtle Lane, apartment number 10.

Sound familiar?

I don’t believe you. Oh, really?

Sarah was doing her homework. She’s such a nice girl.

Why would she let a stranger into the house?

I don’t know, but she did. You’re lying.

No. I don’t believe you.

No, it was quite easy.

I told them that I worked for a nonprofit organization

designed to help single mothers collect money

from deadbeat dads like you.

And I even had a business card made up.

Very professional. I don’t understand.

Kinko’s offers a quick turnaround, you see.

No. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?

They’re not part of this. Of course they’re part of it.

You leave my family alone, you hear me?

Well, actually, we do have a lot in common, you see.

You have nothing in common.

We are both victims of your selfishness.

Victims?

I love my family. No, you only care about yourself, Eddie,

and you don’t care who you hurt.

You don’t know what you’re talking about.

You owe two years child and spousal support.

That’s a lie. No, it’s not a lie, it’s a public record.

I ran a credit check.

You gave me your social security number, remember?

Yeah, well I’m paying now, every month.

Two years. I’m trying so hard--

The court found you unfit to be a daddy.

You think I don’t know?

I know Sarah loves me.

There’s nothing you can say that--

Wait--

Why are we here?

Tell me, Eddie,

do you think little Sarah inherited your street smarts? I wonder.

Just listen to me. Go. Drive.

Look, there she is, little Sarah,

waiting for you to come get her.

Oh, my God.

She must know that you’re not coming.

Oh, dear.

Sarah.

Sarah!

It is only a few blocks away,

but with the rising crime rate, I wonder if she’s safe.

We shouldn’t be here. You leave her alone.

Let’s just go, let’s just drive away.

Just stop! Stop!

Stop, stop! Fuck!

Sarah.

Sarah. Sarah!

You stop following my girl.

You don’t bring my family into this.

You hear me, you fucking psycho?

Leave her alone.

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Stop, stop.

What are you-- No, no, no! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. I give up, I give up.

I’m sorry I broke into your car, okay?

I’ve never been more sorry in my entire fucking life.

Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it, okay?

Please, please, please believe me. Don’t hurt her!

I believe you.

But sorry is a well of pain that goes deep, deep down.

You’re still far from the bottom.

No. No.

She’s just a little girl! She hasn’t done anything wrong.

I give up, I give up.

Fucking stop!

Stop!

Hey! Here! Here! Is this what you want?

No, no, stop, Eddie. Don’t do it, Eddie. Please, don’t do it.

No, no, no, don’t, don’t.

Well done, Eddie. I took the bullets when I stitched you up.

Wouldn’t want to ruin all the fun, would I?

Eddie, are you there? It’s me, yeah.

Are you there, Eddie?

You see, the problem is incarceration is largely...

Shoot them? Why not? I had to do that.

That’s only my opinion. Are you offended, Eddie? Does that offend you?

Politicians say things like,

"Let me be clear." That would be understood.

Yeah, so we went, "It’s okay, it’s called democracy."

Ah, a terrible word.

I’m done. Say it again, Eddie. I couldn’t hear you.

Say it again!

I said I’m done.

Let me out.

What are you doing, Eddie?

Stop it, Eddie.

Stop. Eddie, stop.

Stop it now!

Fuck this! I’m warning you, come on.

Stop it.

Calm down! Stop it.

Eddie, I’m warning you. Stop it.

Stop it. Stop. Stop it, Eddie!

Eddie, I’m warning you.

I said I’m fucking done!

Hi, lovebug.

Are you too old for that now?

No, no, you’ll always be my lovebug.

Sorry, I really hope that you get this

because I want you to know that, um...

that I’m sorry.

I’m no good.

I’ve never been a good dad to you...

and I’ve never been a good anything to anyone.

And I, um--

I don’t know, I kind of thought that you’d be better off

if I wasn’t around so much.

It’s all bullshit.

It’s all just excuses.

I see that now.

But being your dad was the only thing that I’ve ever done

that meant a damn thing.

It’s the only thing that mattered to me.

And now I’m here at the end and...

I don’t think I’m getting out of this one.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

I wish I spent more time with you.

You know, I wish I was there. I wish I--

If I could do it all again, I’d show up, baby.

You know, I’d be there.

Whatever happens, I just, um...

I really, really, really loved you.

I’ve just been really bad at showing it.

Hello, Eddie.

I’m William.

You’re in my car.

You motherfucker!

Help!

God. You smell like shit, Eddie.

You’ve ruined my car.

So you’re not a fan of Passionate Strawberries?

Well, it happens to be my favorite.

You gonna behave?

Zip-tie your wrists.

Pick it up.

Fuck you.

Okay, okay, okay.

Now, zip-tie yourself to the bar.

Really tight.

Oh, whoa. It’s cold out there.

Oh, it’s raining cats and dogs.

Oh.

Oh, God. Oh, that’s good.

So, what do you think, Eddie, of this car, this vehicle?

Huh?

Touch of genius, right?

I’m sorry, Eddie, I forgot.

You youngsters are not too impressed

with us old dinosaurs, are you?

Now, why the hell would you be? We’re just a bunch of old bores, right?

Yeah. Well, let’s see if... What is this?

That’s a Glock, huh? Hey, you can kill a lot of people with these things.

Let’s have a look here.

You kids like these things, huh?

Ah.

I have a surprise for you.

It’s a joint. Is that what you guys call these things? Joints?

I’m not complaining because it’s made legal now,

hence the great drop in our crime rate in this country, yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

God almighty. Yuck.

Ugh! You smoke these things?

Holy Moses, they’re terrible.

I don’t understand the attraction.

Holy Moses. Here, take a hit, Eddie.

Go on. Have another!

Good. Good for you.

Anyway, I brought something for myself.

I’ve got little snacks. These are called gummy bears, right?

Yeah, yeah, they’re really good.

Beautiful. Yeah, it’s good.

Love gummy bears. Mmm.

By the way, how is that bullet wound of yours, Eddie?

You know, if I’d been in your position,

being a sensible, well-adjusted, level-headed sort of chap,

I don’t think shooting myself in the leg would have been my first move,

but those must be your street smarts that you’re so proud of.

So, well done. Jolly good show.

Anyway.

Yeah, it’s gonna be a long drive,

so you better eat some, Eddie, okay?

Go on.

Have some gummy bears.

Yummy, yummy.

Enjoy them.

Okay.

Off we go.

Yes, I know. It’s...

My daughter Emma, she loved classical music.

I think it’s terrific.

Yeah.

Must teach you more about music before you die, Eddie.

When I said I was sorry, you believed me, right?

Isn’t that what this whole thing was about?

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Yes, of course I believe you, Eddie.

Everyone is sorry

once they begin to experience the consequences of their actions, yes.

So this was your plan?

To break me, destroy me, then just kill me?

Plan? No, there’s no plan, Eddie.

You just happened to break into the wrong vehicle, that’s all.

You’re a petty thief and a criminal,

and you just happened to get away with...

Well, you got away with it until today, so... tough titty.

So then turn me in.

Turn you in to the police? No.

I don’t care if you go to prison, Eddie,

and I don’t care if you don’t go to prison.

I just want to introduce you to a little taste of hell.

And then? Well, what does it matter, Eddie?

You were about to blow your brains out, weren’t you?

To protect my daughter.

Oh, yeah. Tell me about it.

You know, perhaps you’ve never experienced accountability before.

And this is what accountability feels like

in this wonderful human jungle of ours.

So welcome to the gates of hell on Earth.

That’s a nice bracelet.

Did your daughter give you that?

Yeah, she gave it to me, yeah.

Got a problem with that, Eddie?

No, not a problem.

You’re playing her favorite music.

Wearing her charm bracelet.

Sorry about that, Eddie.

What’s so funny? What’s the joke?

What’s so funny? Yeah.

You got a guy chained up in your car.

Yeah, like we’re on some kind of fucking family road trip.

Just you and me, Daddy.

Daddy, yeah.

Daddy-o.

Ooh.

Whoo! Ooh.

The problem is, sadly, your whole generation sucks.

Yeah, you’re scum. You know nothing.

You’re ignorant, you think you know everything,

and you lecture the whole world about what you think you know,

and you know fuck all.

You gonna cancel me? Go ahead and fucking cancel me.

Good.

Why don’t you tell me what happened to Emma, huh?

Fuck off. No.

Explain it to me. I’m slow.

Slow? Okay. I’ll explain very slowly, Eddie, okay?

You ready, Eddie? Good.

First of all, those scumbags who robbed us at gunpoint

took everything we had, but obviously it wasn’t enough.

Anyway, they shot her in the neck, my little girl, Emma,

and I remember she looked at me, and she pointed to her neck.

She said, "Daddy," and I said, just like that...

She said, "Daddy, Daddy," and then she died.

Yeah, I laughed because I remember thinking how strange,

how odd it was that my little girl was with me one moment

and suddenly bang, poof, gone.

Yeah, without warning, forever,

taken from me violently, and for what, Eddie?

For $1500 of street smarts.

That’s why you’re doing this, huh?

Yeah, you’re living out some kind of Clint Eastwood Death Wishfantasy?

Yeah, go on. Make my day, Eddie. Make my day.

We’re having fun now, aren’t we? Yeah.

Yeah.

Blow your fucking brains over this place.

Go on, please.

Make my day.

I’m so tired of hearing your fucking babble.

It would do me a favor. Pull the fucking trigger.

Yeah. Scumbags like you, off the streets. Yeah.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Yeah, I’m insane like you. Insane like me?

Yeah. It’s people like you drive me insane.

You know what you are?

You built this car...

Huh? And you torture me. That’s right.

Yeah, and you murder people. That’s right.

Yeah, like you’re some fucked-up wannabe Batman.

That’s right. You’re smart.

Justice, you call it justice.

You call it justice. Yes, it’s justice.

Well, this pretend, moral high ground, it’s bullshit.

You know what you are?

What’s that? Tell me.

You’re a sad,

lonely,

angry, old man.

Keep talking.

The world’s passing you by,

but you know what the worst part is?

What’s that?

It’s that you’re doing all of this in your daughter’s name.

That’s right.

Emma would be ashamed of you.

Fuck you!

Tell me to process my grief. Go on, tell me.

And I pray to little Jesus, yeah,

and to a little star in the sky

that her life is better elsewhere.

What’s the joke? What’s funny?

Ah. Uh...

I’ve been working at this for so long. You have no idea.

Yeah? Yeah. I think I got it.

Got what?

Street smarts, bitch.

Fuck you. Fuck you!

You motherfucker!

You motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill you!

I’ll fucking kill you.

Answer it.

Go on. Answer it.

Daddy?

Hey. Hey, lovebug.

It’s so good to hear your voice. Um...

Uh, sorry, my phone’s about to die, baby, but, um...

I got your message. What’s going on, Daddy?

You sounded so scared.

I’m sorry, sweetie.

I didn’t mean to scare you.

What happened?

Nothing. It’s not important.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I’m okay now.

Are you sure? Because you don’t sound okay.

I’m good. I promise.

Are you picking me up today? 2:15.

Daddy?

Uh...

Yes.

Yes. Yes, I’ll be there.

You’re not gonna be a fart-head again, are you?

No. Not anymore.

You’ll see, I’ll be there.

I’ll be there.

Okay, but I gotta run.

But I’ll see you at 2:15, okay?

I love you.

I love you too, Daddy.

Hey, it’s over.

Unlock the doors.

Hey.

That was fun, Eddie.

A lot of fun.

God!

Come on!

Hey!

Hey, stop!

Geez, buddy, you okay?

I need to pick up my daughter.

What happened here?

The fuck happened to you?

You know, I don’t wanna know. All right, look.

Your car’s parked in pretty deep in the other lot.

Give me, like, 40 minutes. Gonna take too long.

My daughter needs me to pick her up at 2:15.

2:15. You’re gonna have to wait like everyone else.

You know what?

How much would you give me for the van?

Hey, baby.

Dad!

I’m okay, baby.

It’s gonna be okay.

Yeah.